Breaking His Cold Heart Chapter 03

Breaking His Cold Heart Chapter 03

“Vivienne! What the hell are you doing? Let go of Mr. Vane right now!”

Asher’s voice finally erupted in a sharp, frantic shriek.

He lunged forward to grab me, but hesitating over Silas’s status, he ended up pacing in circles like a trapped animal.

I pulled back just enough to break the seal, lingering for a moment before offering an innocent explanation:

“But the rules say we have to kiss for ten minutes… and it has to be a French kiss…”

The room fell into a heavy silence; no one dared to utter a word.

They had intended for this vulgar game to humiliate me, to make me a laughingstock.

But who would dare cross a man like Silas Vane?

I blinked my watery, doe-like eyes, my cheeks flushed, and asked in a polite, soft whisper:

“Mr. Vane, can we kiss?”

I let a sliver of my bright red tongue peek out.

“The kind of kiss that goes… right here.”

Silas’s gaze grew dark and turbulent. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he ground his teeth so hard his jaw visibly tightened.

I nestled deeper into his lap, intentionally rubbing against him as I coaxed him.

His breath grew heavy, and his grip on my waist tightened into a death lock.

A single, strained sound forced its way out of his throat: “Mmh.”

With his permission granted, I leaned in and kissed him with careful precision.

Silas’s reaction was raw—unpracticed and passive.

He let out suppressed, husky groans that were devastatingly magnetic.

It was incredibly hot…

Driven by a surge of reckless confidence, I pried his lips open.

As our tongues tangled, I greedily drank in the overwhelming virility energy he radiated.

It felt wonderful—I wanted more…

An unspeakable heat flooded from the top of my head downward.

Oh… my ears and tail were becoming almost impossible to hide…

I brushed against Silas’s lips, whispering a sultry, seductive temptation:

“Mr. Vane, I want to devour you whole…”

It was as if a thousand chains had snapped at once, releasing a long-caged predator back into the wild.

Silas’s gaze turned sharp and focused, and suddenly, he kissed back with a ferocious intensity…

[Wait, the lead’s personality seems… off? Wasn’t she supposed to be a pure little rabbit? Why is she clinging to the Saint and not letting go?]

[I thought it was weird earlier—as the lead in an angst novel, how is she so proactive with another man? Shouldn’t she be staying “pure” for the scumbag?]

[Gross! Staying pure for a cheating scumbag? Should she build a chastity shrine too? It’s more like she’s mourning him!]

[The lead isn’t “clean” anymore, it’s disgusting! Cheating with the Saint right in front of the male lead? So indecent!]

[LMAO, the scumbag was the one who wanted to play this game! Who in this room is “decent”? Why single out the girl? Just say you hate women and move on!]

[Agreed. Honestly, the Saint and the lead are the cleanest people there. This plot twist? Chef’s kiss! Give us more! Don’t stop!]

Ten minutes was barely enough to take the edge off my hunger.

As the deep, tangled kiss finally ended.

Silas’s clear eyes were already clouded with a hazy mist. His lips were a deep crimson, his face a mask of unquenched desire.

The icy Saint had been dragged completely off his altar.

Fortunately, I was the only one who could see it.

Thoroughly thrilled, I couldn’t resist patting his flushed cheek:

“Mr. Vane, the ten minutes are up~”